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31 ✧ Seventh Year and Death Eaters

After this is published I have 12 more chapters to write until every chapter is written and ready to be publish!

1978 September __________________ ׂׂૢ་༘࿐

"I think I'm going to kill myself." 

"Y/N, shut up." Regulus sighed. "You don't mean that, you're not going to kill yourself."

"No I'm serious, I'll fucking kill myself." She continued. "I'm not kidding so stop chuckling!" 

"I'm not chuckling!" Regulus argued back. 

"You let out a little 'this bitch is insane' awkward chuckle!" Y/N groaned, they slotted themselves into their usual carriage, the one they had sat in a fair few times prior to this moment. For some reason everyone just knew to avoid sitting there. 

"You are insane but certainly not a bitch." Regulus rolled his eyes. "Well, you have your moments to be a bitch."

"I don't understand how you aren't freaking out." Y/N threw herself back onto the seats of the carriage. "We're in our last year and you know what."

"We're not really death eaters, we're just doing what we're told to do." Regulus grabbed a hold of Y/N's hands and pulled her close. "Calm down." He whispered in a low husky voice, her head rested on his chest, feeling the calming motion of his constant breathing. 

"My love, I can't calm down." Y/N sighed. "We're the problem." 

Regulus scoffed, "hardly." He stroked her hair with his free hand. "Darling, calm down, you'll be okay – we'll be okay." Y/N let out a deep sigh, to think that she and Regulus were all alone with no one but themselves to help them. 

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"This is my first first day feast without Alexander." Y/N told Regulus whilst cutting the venison that was on her plate. "Now I'm eating James." She sighed, eating the deer meat that laid on her plate. "This is depressing."

"It's only depressing if you make it so." Regulus sighed, he took a sip of his pumpkin juice, his eyes flickering over to Evan Rosier. "Rosier!" He yelled to the boy who was sitting a fair few seats away. 

"Black, what do you want?" Rosier yelled back. 

"Come over here." Regulus rolled his eyes. 

"Fucking fine." Rosier sighed, taking a cigarette out of his pocket and lighting it while he walked, he took a puff and sat next to Regulus. "Hi fuck-face." He smiled at Y/N, blowing the smoke into Y/N's face. 

"Hi asshole." She smiled back. "Your motto should be E Pluribus Anus." 

"So creative!" He rolled his eyes, his head whipped back to Regulus. "What did you want?"

"Did you get yours?" Regulus asked bluntly. 

"Yes." He looked accusingly at Y/N. "Can we even trust her?" He whispered to Regulus. 

"Of course, she's got one too." Regulus sighed, he looked around, the table was excitedly conversing, everyone happy to be back at their home away from home. Rosier's eyes flickered back to Y/N. 

He handed her his cigarette. 

"An olive branch?" Y/N quirked an eyebrow at him. 

"We're on the same side." Rosier huffed. "Just take a puff." He spat.

Y/N shakily took it from his hands and breathed in, she took in the sweet sweet flavour of self destruction, she took it away from her lips and breathed out the smoke. Rosier snatched it back off her and kept smoking it, blowing the smoke at the first years who were complaining.